Brad Greene

"No one has come here in a long time," the creature said with no mouth.

A Silver at the edge of the forest

Veins turn to roots and bones to wood

A place of shadows and secrets

In my shop if you'd like a wolf of your own

Sora, sister of Soma

A moth in the dark

"Are you living or dead?" The knight slowly stood. Strings of black hair hung over his face and met his long, dark beard. A scar hooked under the cheekbone beneath his right eye.

The wolf read him with eyes like a thousand-year ghost

Etsy shop in bio

The Spirit of the Night came wordless, dead wood and bark armor cracking, endless cloak flowing in the wind. Underneath, there was no form--no body--only a moving shadow.

The reaver of the dunes

Under giant locust trees, wayward crows, and haunted memories

Rook - a Silver from the haunted mists of the Fog Forest who appears in shadows and dreams and gothic elven tales

I met a stranger in the shadows of the trees who told me he was a thousand years old